the last poem i wrote was about you
do you ever
write about me or think about me at all i wonder ?
do you still listen to
the bands i fell in love with because of you ?
are your
eyes still green and
do you remember the color of lake michigan with the navy pier right there and
how i wouldn’t go on the ferris wheel
(even with you) ?
i think i am in love with my memory of you
would i
be in love with you proper i wonder ?
would i go up high with you (even though i’m scared) and
would we talk about how that band
changed our lives together until three in the morning

(and remember
how we were both terrified of growing up and
in my mind you never did) ?